Systematic Death
System, system, system.
Death in life.
System, system, system.
The surgeons knife.
System, system, system.
Hacking at the cord.
System, system, system.
A child is born.
Poor little fucker, poor little kid,
Never asked for life, no she never did.
Poor little baby, poor little mite,
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
Crying out for food as her parents fight.
System, system, system.
Send him to school.
System, system, system.
Force him to crawl.
System, system, system.
Teach him how to cheat.
System, system, system.
Kick him off his feet.
Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad,
They'll pat him if he's good and they'll beat him if he's bad.
Poor little kiddy, poor little chap,
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her how to cook.
System, system, system.
Teach her how to look.
System, system, system.
They'll teach her all the tricks,
System, system, system.
Create another victim for their greasy pricks.
Poor little girly, poor little wench,
Another little object to prod and pinch.
Poor little sweety, poor little filly,
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly.
They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly.
System, system, system.
He's grown to be a man.
System, system, system.
Taugh to fit the plan.
System, system, system.
Forty years of jobs.
System, system, system.
Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs.
Poor fucking worker, poor little serf,
Working like a mule for half of what he's worth.
Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent,
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
Working for the cash that he's already spent.
He's selling his life,
She's his loyal wife,
Timid as a mouse,
She's got her litlle house,
He's got his little car,
And they share the cocktail bar
She likes to cook his meals,
You know, something that appeals.
Sometimes he works til late
So his supper has to wait,
But she doesn't really mind
Cos he's getting overtime.
He likes to put a bit away
Just for that rainy day,
Cos every little counts
As the cost of living mounts.
They do the pools each week
Hoping for that lucky break.
Then they'd take a trip abroad,
Do all the things they can't afford.
She'd really like to have a fur,
He's like a bigger car.
They could buy a bungalow,
With a Georgian door for show.
He might think of leaving work,
But no, he wouldn't like a shirk.
He'd much prefer to stay
And get his honest days pay.
He's got a life of work ahead,
There's no rest for the dead.
She's tried to make it nice,
He's said thankyou once or twice.
System, system, system.
Deprived of any hope.
System, system, system.
Taught they couldn't cope.
System, system, system.
Slaves right from the start.
System, system, system.
Til death do them part.
Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair,
Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care.
Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks,
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
Victims of the system and it's cruel jokes.
The couple views the wreckage
And dreams of home sweet home,
They'd almost paid the mortgage,
Then the system dropped its bomb.
Muerte sistemática
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Muerte en la vida
Sistema, sistema, sistema
El cuchillo de los cirujanos
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Hackeando la cuerda
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Nace un niño
Pobre desgraciado, pobre niño
Nunca pidió la vida, no ella nunca lo hizo
Pobre bebé, pobre átito
Llorando por comida mientras sus padres pelean
Llorando por comida mientras sus padres pelean
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Envíalo a la escuela
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Obligarlo a arrastrarse
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Enséñale a hacer trampa
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Pateadle de pie
Pobre colegial, pobre niñita
Lo golpearán si es bueno y lo golpearán si es malo
Pobre chiquito, pobre chiquito
Forzarán alimentar su mente con su basura inútil
Forzarán alimentar su mente con su basura inútil
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Le enseñarán a cocinar
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Enséñale a mirar
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Le enseñarán todos los trucos
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Crear otra víctima para sus capullos grasientos
Pobre niña, pobre pequeña niña
Otro pequeño objeto para picar y pellizcar
Pobrecito, pobrecito, pobrecito
Van a joderle la mente para que puedan follarla tonta
Van a joderle la mente para que puedan follarla tonta
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Se ha convertido en un hombre
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Tough para encajar en el plan
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Cuarenta años de trabajos
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Empujando botoncitos, tirando de perillas
Pobre trabajador, pobre sierva
Trabajando como una mula por la mitad de lo que vale
Pobre desgraciado, pobre hombrecito
Trabajando por el dinero que ya ha gastado
Trabajando por el dinero que ya ha gastado
Está vendiendo su vida
Ella es su esposa leal
Tímido como un ratón
Ella tiene su pequeña casa
Tiene su pequeño coche
Y comparten el bar de cócteles
Le gusta cocinar sus comidas
Ya sabes, algo que atrae
A veces trabaja hasta tarde
Así que su cena tiene que esperar
Pero a ella no le importa
Porque está recibiendo horas extras
Le gusta guardar un poco
Sólo por ese día lluvioso
Porque cada pequeño cuenta
A medida que el costo de la vida aumenta
Hacen las piscinas cada semana
Esperando ese golpe de suerte
Luego hacían un viaje al extranjero
Haz todas las cosas que no pueden permitirse
Le gustaría tener un pelo
Es como un auto más grande
Podrían comprar un bungalow
Con una puerta georgiana para mostrar
Podría pensar en dejar el trabajo
Pero no, no le gustaría una camisa
Preferiría quedarse
Y que le paguen sus días honestos
Tiene una vida de trabajo por delante
No hay descanso para los muertos
Ella ha tratado de hacerlo agradable
Ha dicho gracias una o dos veces
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Privados de esperanza
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Enseñó que no podían soportarlo
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Esclavos desde el principio
Sistema, sistema, sistema
Hasta que la muerte los separe
Pobrecitos, qué par tan lamentado
Les robaron la vida, pero no les importaba
Pobres queriditos, sólo tus amigos comunes
Víctimas del sistema y son bromas crueles
Víctimas del sistema y son bromas crueles
La pareja ve los restos
Y los sueños de hogar dulce hogar
Casi pagaban la hipoteca
Entonces el sistema lanzó su bomba